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He was such a beautiful man that I quite naturally started calling him "myking". I also treated him like a king. After living together with him for fivemonth, I still would catch myself staring at his perfect body with a mixtureof amazement and pride. I am sure that any woman would have felt the same way.I could never get enough of him – I was always hungry for his touch,for his smile, for his kisses… We always slept holding each other – Icould not relax unless I felt his smooth skin under my hand, or his long blackhair entwined around my fingers.

My king was in love with me just as I was in love with him. We were trulyobsessed with each other. Physically as well as mentally. Working days weresimply too long and I could barely wait till 5 o'clock every night, when hewould come to pick me up at the office. Our nights were too short, our weekendswere flying, and with him I felt like there was not enough time.

In spite of the fact that he was with numerous women before me, I was theonly one who told him about my submissive side. At the time he wasn't evensure if he fully understood this concept. But after some research and experimenting,he realized that dominating me excited him beyond measure.

My king was still very gentle and apologetic in the beginning. I could stillsay "no" if I wanted and sometimes I did. Especially when he wanted anal sex.Although once in a while I enjoyed the experience, on most occasions it stillhurt me, and I found the pain too intense to endure it. I loved being tiedup by him and when he whipped me it would make me come like never before. Everymorning, when he would pick up his black leather belt and put it through theloops of his jeans, I was trembling with excitement, remembering the momentwhen his strong hand was holding this belt, administering blows to my nakedass. Although he never whipped me really hard or for long periods of time,I would still often see the marks the next morning. I felt strangely proudto have these marks on me. I also liked to kiss his hand in gratitude afterthe punishment was over.

I will never forget the first time he told me to get on my knees in frontof him. He was mad at me for something, and although I apologized several times,it was not enough for him. My king told me to kneel down in front of him andask for his forgiveness. My first reaction was shock and disbelief. I couldfeel that my face was blushing, but although I was overwhelmed with shame,I didn't hesitate and fell on my knees beside the bed. I couldn't find theright words in the beginning but then somehow I knew what to say. I beggedmy king for his forgiveness; I promised not to displease him ever again. Therewas a pause. He didn't say anything. Somehow I knew that I had to wait. I remainedthere, kneeling by the bed, ready to wait there all night if I had to. Aftera few long minutes he stirred and looked at me. "Do you want to come to bed?" heasked.

"Yes, please, my king." I replied. He let me lie down next to him. I wasalmost crying – out of sheer happiness, because he forgave me and letme be with him, by his side.

We went further and further in our experimenting, trying more and more things,and then one night it happened. My king was holding me in his arms, in thedarkness of our bedroom, and then he started to speak. "I have to ask you something," hesaid." I want you to be my slave. I want to own you completely. Would you likethat?"

How could I possibly say "no" to him? His voice, so deep and low, was hypnotizing.I was really excited by this thought. I couldn't think of anything better thanwhat he was saying – to belong to him, to live for my king, to becomehis property once and for all.

"Do you think you are ready for this?" he asked.

"Yes…" I whispered.

"Are you sure? Because it will be different from now on. Not like before.You will never be able to deny me anything. I will do whatever I want withyou. Up to now I always showed you respect, I always had consideration foryour feelings. But I won't do that anymore. You will be my bitch. My whore.My dog. If I tell you to crawl in this room, you will do it. If I tell youto eat like a dog you will eat from a bowl on the floor. When I come home fromwork you will get on all fours and run to me, like a female bitch that is happyto see her master. When I sit at the table and eat I want you to sit on thefloor and eat pieces of food that I will throw you. Will you be able to dothat for me?"

I was overwhelmed by what I heard. My king had had never talked to me likethis before. I wasn't afraid or shocked, but there was only one concern thatI had. If I am diminished to this state, stripped of all my dignity, what willmy king feel for me then?

"Will you still love me? " I asked.

"Of course!" he turned to me, and his embrace tightened. "Of course I willlove you! But as I told you, it will be different. I will be in complete control.You will have no opinions, you are not allowed to ask any questions, you willjust do as I say. You will have no rights anymore. You'll be my slut. My pet.My bitch. Do you want that?"

"Yes" I answered eagerly. I had no hesitations, no fears. My king will loveme, and I will offer him all of myself.

He raised him on his elbow and looked in my face.

"So beautiful" he whispered. "My beautiful bitch. So perfect, so sexy."

His hand touched my body gently, stroking my side, then he moved to caressmy small breast and his fingers pinched my nipple, very hard. I gasped involuntary,both from pain and ecstasy. My nipples were always very sensitive and erect,and I loved when my king treated them rough. His hand moved to spread my thighs;he opened me wide and revealed my cleanly shaved pussy.

" Whose pussy is that?" he asked.

" Yours, my king"

"Call me Master." He commanded. " I am your Master from now on…"

"This pussy is yours, Master."

"That's right. This is my pussy. Always open for me. Always ready. Just formy pleasure."

He kept stroking it, parting my lips a little, testing for wetness. I wasincredibly aroused, listening to him, completely captivated by what he wassaying to me. Suddenly he said:

"Don't shave your pussy. I want you to let the hair grow there for me."

I was surprised to hear that. I have always shaved this area and I was usedto having my skin smooth and clean down there.

"Why?" I asked, forgetting for a moment that I was not meant to questionanything anymore. Instead of answering he pinched my nipple again, making mecry out in pain this time.

"Don't ask me any questions, whore. Just listen to what your Master tellsyou. Understand?"

Another pinch to my other nipple made me groan, but I whispered:

"Yes, Master. I am sorry, Master. I will let it grow. Am I allowed to trimit?"

"Did I say that you could trim it, bitch? Don't you dare to touch it. I wantit natural. I want to see what it looks like. I want to know what it smellslike. You hear me?"

I nodded; I was really embarrassed by the thought of growing all the hairbetween my legs. But I had no choice. It was no longer my privilege to makeany decisions concerning my body, even or especially most private parts…

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am your bitch, Master."

"Yes, you are my bitch. My property." He slapped my face on one side, thenon the other side, really hard. He grabbed me by my hair at the back of myhead and pulled on it, forcing my neck to arch. My legs were still wide openand with his other hand he slapped my pussy. This caught me by surprise andI moaned quietly. He pulled on my hair again, forcing me to rise and pushingmy face down to his crotch, to his beautiful big cock.

"Smell me." he ordered.

I eagerly inhaled the musky aroma coming from his balls, the crack of hisass. His smells intoxicated me, made my head spin. He was roughly pushing myface to his crotch, rubbing himself against me as I took deep breaths.

"Lick my balls, bitch.."

I started licking him, his balls, sides of his thighs where I knew he wasvery sensitive, the area leading to his ass and finally his delicious rectum.My Master was breathing deeply, his hand still holding my hair, guiding myface towards the areas that he wanted me to lick. His cock was very big andswollen, almost purple in color, and I was about to open my lips and take itin my mouth when my king slapped my face hard again.

"You want that cock, bitch?"

"Yes, Master, I want it" I replied.

"Then get on your knees and beg for it, bitch."

I got off the bed and kneeled down. I clasped my hands behind my back andstood like that, trying to come up with words that somehow were so difficultto say. My king had never before humiliated me like that. He always had somuch desire and passion for me that just one touch, one kiss could ignite him,make him desperate to penetrate me. I raised my head and my eyes met his darkburning gaze. God, what a gorgeous man he was. With his long black hair, hisdark almond skin, his wide shoulders, proud chest, narrow waist, muscular legshe looked like a statue of an ancient Greek athlete.

"My king," I started, " I want your cock. Your big beautiful cock… Ineed it. I want you to penetrate me. To fuck me. Please, my king. I am so horny. "

I remained there, on my knees, waiting for his reply.

"Get in bed," he ordered. " Lick my body first. And start with my feet."

I started licking his feet, taking his toes in my mouth and sucking on them,cleaning the areas between his toes with my tongue. I loved the slightly saltytaste of his feet, the vague scent of sweat. I went up, kissing his beautifullyshaped legs, biting gently, licking him. I was moaning quietly of the unbearablepleasure that kissing his body gave me. When I reached his ass that was soperfect, I stopped for a while, pressing my face there and smelling him. Ilicked his ass, parting it gently with my hands, reaching far with my tongue,savoring his taste. I was so in love with him, I wanted to kiss and smell andtaste every part of his body. He hadn't taking a shower that day, and cleaninghim with my tongue was everything I could wish for.

I moved further up, to his broad shoulders and his neck that was so sensitive.I knew that he liked when I was biting him there, and I did that for a longtime, getting more and more aroused just because I knew I was giving my Masterpleasure. Then he moved and I could feel his hand on the back of my head again.

"I need to pee," he said. " Get up."

I got off the bed and he pushed me in front of him, guiding me to the bathroom.Inside, he ordered me to get down on my knees and stand by the side of thetoilet. My king came to stand over me, and I took his cock in my hand and pointedit towards the bowl. In a few seconds he released himself, and I was holdinghim in my hand, licking the base of his cock. Before he was completely done,he turned my head towards him and I opened my mouth eagerly, swallowing thelast golden drops that were so fragrant and salty, cleaning him with my tongue.

"Brush your teeth," he said.

I got up. My head was spinning a little. In spite of what he made me do,I didn't feel any shame. Anything he wanted – I would do, without anyregard for my own comfort, feelings or wishes.

I brushed my teeth and then raised my eyes at him, waiting for his next command.

"Go to the bedroom," he said. I did. He let me get in bed. There, he putme on one side and then I could feel his fingers spreading my ass cheeks, puttingsome saliva there. I knew what he wanted and immediately felt very tense. Beforehe would always ask me if I wanted it, sometimes he would let me smoke a jointwith him in order to relax me. But not now. He sensed my reluctance and I knewright away that I would be treated in a totally different manner.

"Take my cock and put it in," he said. "I don't care if you don't want it.I don't care if you don't like it. I don't care if it hurts you. It doesn'tcount. Only my pleasure counts here. Now put it inside, bitch."

I grabbed his cock that was very erect and very hard, and guided it towardsthe opening of my ass. I was very tense and scared of the pain, but the toneof his voice made it impossible not to obey my king. I felt how I started tostretch and how his cock started pushing and entering my ass. I tried not toresist it, I was trying to relax my muscles and welcome it, but the discomfortwas too great and I was gasping and moaning.

"You should be grateful of this pain," he whispered. "Just think that itis me, your king, that is causing it. Just think of my big cock penetratingyour ass. I like it. I am enjoying it. That should be enough for you. The factthat you are giving your king pleasure."

In fact the pain was so great right now that I was screaming with every pushof his cock, and yet I was strangely comforted by his words. My body did notbelong to me any longer, and in spite of the pain I felt curious detachmentand even tranquility. I was not upset or angered by the fact that I was beingused like his fuck toy, that I was being treated like his slave. GraduallyI started feeling that my pain was diminishing, that my king's cock was penetratingme deeper and deeper, opening me, making my body surrender completely. I wasmoaning still, but not because of the discomfort anymore. My hips were movingnow, I was trying to give my king better access to my body, pushing my assback against him and arching my back. I felt so good, so complete. My invadedbody was trembling in ecstasy now, and when I finally felt my king's arms tighteningaround me, and then his cock getting bigger and exploding in my body, I feltstrange new sensation, as if warm waves were pulsating through me. It wasn'ta regular orgasm, but nevertheless it was a sensation that left me breathlessand gratified.

We remained like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily, his arms aroundme, our sweaty bodies pressing tight. Then he pulled away from me and immediatelythere was a feeling of emptiness when his cock left my body. I stayed likethat for a few seconds, with my eyes closed. Then I got up and went to thebathroom. I took a towel and soaked it in the warm water. When I returned tothe bedroom, I gently wiped my king's beautiful cock, the cock that was givingme so much pleasure. I kissed it tenderly and then lied down again, puttingmy arms around my king. He moved and I could see that in a few minutes he woulddrift off to sleep. But when he felt me, he held me very tight, and whispered:

"I love you so much…"

"I love you too, my king," I replied.

Weeks went by, and although I didn't think that it would be possible, mylove for my king was growing with every passing day. Apart from sex, everylittle thing that I could do for him was incredibly rewarding. What could bebetter than to wake up in the morning and make him coffee, or cook his dinnerwhile I was waiting for him, to come home from work, or remove his dirty bootsand sweaty socks after a long day of work, so I could lick his feet clean… Servinghim at the table, getting his drinks, massaging his gorgeous body at nightwere just the means for me to express my growing love for my king.

Sometimes I would get home before him, and to pass some time while I waswaiting, I would pick a sock or a dirty pair of underwear from his laundrybasket, so I could inhale the scents of his body.

What had become of me was indeed a curios transformation. I had always hada lot of self-respect and pride, but my love totally stripped me of these qualities.I was wondering what people might think if they knew how different I was aroundmy king. At work I was always in control, always confident, professional, sometimesbossy. At home I was none of these things.

We had a collar and a leash now for me – bright red, because my Masterliked this color on me, the color of passion… I was very excited thatday when we bought it – in the car I was stroking it with my fingers,feeling the texture, trying to imagine what it would be like to have a collararound my neck.

At home he told me to strip and when I stood there naked in front of him,he put the collar on me. He adjusted it, so it fit me snug, and put on theleash. After that he ordered me to stand on my knees and hands, and led mearound the room, making me crawl after him. He explained a few rules – whenI should stop and when I should start crawling faster. I was humiliated beyondwords, and yet it was this feeling of humiliation that made my pussy so wet.I was really embarrassed too; that he should see me like that, on all fours,following him like a dog on the leash, and I could feel how my face was blushingwith shame. And yet I was enjoying it... I knew I wouldn't ever do this forany other man, but for my beautiful king I wanted to be his obedient slave.And the more he used, degraded and humiliated me, the more devoted I wouldbecome to him with every passing day.

He led me to the bathroom, where I held his cock as usual and tasted, andlicked, and cleaned his urine. He let me get up to brush my teeth, but thenI was crawling again, following him back to the bedroom. There, I had to listenfirst.

"If I put you on the leash and leave, don't even dare to take it off or move," hebegan. " If you come home before me, I want you to put it on yourself, tieit to the bed, lie down with your pussy wide open and wait for me like an obedientbitch should. It doesn't matter how long it will take me. You have no rightto ever get mad at me again if I am coming late. Your responsibility is tobe here, tied to the bed, and wait for your king. You understand?"

"Yes, Master, I understand."

"Will you do it?"

"Yes, Master, I will do it. I will not move or leave the bedroom. I willjust bring your underwear with me so I can smell it while I am waiting."

"Good bitch," he said. He bended me over and pushed my face to the bed. "Don'tdare to move."

I could hear him going to the walk-in closet, moving some things, then comingback again. He put the black scarf over my eyes, then got hold of my handsand tied my wrists behind my back. I could hear him getting one of the bamboosticks that we had in the vase on the bedside table. I was totally relaxed,excited, waiting… When I felt the first blow, the stinging pain wasthe first sensation. I cried out, but I would not want him to stop. I wasn'trestricted in any way rather than my tied wrists, but I didn't even think ofmoving in order to escape the blows. I just stood there, with my hands behindmy back, my legs spread apart, my face pressed to the blanket, my ass totallyexposed to the punishment he was giving me. Once in a while instead of theblow I was expecting, I would feel his lips against my skin. My ass was sohot after the bamboo stick treatment, that his kisses felt very soothing. Alsothe surprise of his gentle touch instead of the pain I was expecting was extremelyarousing.

When he though I'd had enough, he ordered me to get in bed. He pushed meon my back, without untying my hands or taking off the blindfold, spread mylegs wide and, after feeling how incredibly wet I was, penetrated me with oneforceful movement. The ecstasy of receiving his huge hard cock was unbearable.I screamed – louder than from any pain he could give me. I couldn't holdhim or touch him, and the only movement that was possible for me was the movementof my legs and hips. I spread my legs as far as I could, trying to open mypussy as wide as it was possible, so my king could penetrate it deeper andwith more force. I was arching my back, pushing against him, feeling the powerfulthrusts of his cock inside of me. I didn't know how long it lasted: there wasno time or space or the rest of the world at the moment. The whole universestopped existing for me. There was only him, my beautiful king, and the extremepleasure of lying underneath him, moaning, gasping, receiving his gorgeouscock, serving him, submitting to him, and finally feeling his hot cum fillingup my body.

That night he came home later than usual. I have been waiting for a while,with the red collar around my neck. I took a shower a couple of hours ago – tobe fresh yet to smell naturally for my king in the areas where he liked it – mypussy and under my arms. I shaved everywhere except between my legs – thehair was growing there and I was getting used to it, I didn't feel any embarrassmentor discomfort anymore. In fact I found out that having hair down there gaveme some new sensations. I was in paradise when my king slowly stroked my pussywith his fingers, his light touches excited me and lying there with my eyesclosed, I was wishing that he would never stop.

I painted my toenails bright red color, put on black thong and bra, blacksandals with high heels, applied some make up and, satisfied with my appearance,was waiting for my king. I made the dinner earlier, but his instructions werequite clear: first I was to wait for him in bed, we would eat after.

I waited for a long time, getting more and more desperate. I could feel theimpatience building up inside of me, but I could not help it. I knew that Ihad no right to get mad or upset or even impatient, but I was not able yetto control these feelings.

I could not read or listen to music. I was staring at the ceiling and waiting,getting more and more desperate and …yes … annoyed. He promisedto be back more than an hour ago.

Finally I could wait no longer. I reached out for my cell phone and dialedhis number. He answered, obviously excited to hear my voice, apologetic forrunning late. And there I spoiled everything. Before I could stop myself, beforeI could think any better, I said something really spiteful and hang up, beforemy king could reply.

Eventually I heard the sound of the key, then his footsteps. I was stillin bed, still waiting, but now there was some fear mixed with my excitement:I knew that the way I had spoken on the phone was unforgivable, and I was wonderingwhether he would make me pay for that.

I raised my eyes and looked at him when he entered the room. He was standingnext to the bed, staring at me, his eyes very dark and quite expressionlessat that moment. He didn't smile. He didn't say a word. I was waiting, suddenlyvery nervous. He took off his sweater and I could glimpse his flat smooth stomach.I was dying to reach out and stroke his silky skin there, but I knew that Ihad to wait.

He looked at me for a few minutes in silence, then took the leash in hishand and jerked it, forcing me to raise and then get off the bed. He lookedme in the eyes and then slapped my face really hard. The pain was quite unexpectedand I gasped.

"Take out my belt" he said.

I complied, although my hands were shaking a little. I undid the buckle ofhis belt, pulled on it, taking it out from the loops of his pants, and handedit to him.

"Take out my boots" was his next order. I kneeled down, untied and loosenedthe laces of his right boot and slid it off his foot. He had been working sincethe very morning on that day, and his feet were sweaty, smelling rather strong,his socks were damp. I repeated the same thing with his left boot, then tookoff his socks and bent down to lick his feet. Suddenly I felt him pulling onthe leash, making me straighten up again and look him in the eyes. He pickedup one of his dirty socks from the floor and then forced it in my mouth, gaggingme. He pulled on the leash again, this time till I got up all the way, andthen pushed me inside the walk-in closet. There he positioned me bent over,touching the shoe rack with my hands for support, with my legs spread, my asshigh up in the air, ready to be whipped. He pulled down my thong and left itthere, down below my hips, exposing my ass completely. I shuddered a little.I could feel that he was angry. I made him angry. Whatever was to happen next – Ideserved it rightfully.

When he started hitting me with the belt, I wouldn't have been able to suppressmy screams if it wasn't for the sock in my mouth. This was definitely a lotharder than he had ever hit me before. I could feel the blows landing on myass, on my thighs; a couple of them between my legs even, causing me pure agony.Yet I was still able to remain my position, in spite of the pain I was in.My king wasn't alternating pain and pleasure now; he was not soothing my burningskin with his kisses. It hurt. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I didn'tknow how much longer I would be able to remain in this position, receivingthis whipping.

When I thought I could stand it no longer, he stopped. I could feel his stronghands on my shoulders; he turned me around and immediately pushed me down tothe floor again, till I was kneeling in front of him again. He raised my faceup by my chin till my eyes were looking into his. He was so beautiful, so strong,standing over me. I loved him so much, I adored him, I was very sorry for theway I had spoken to him before, only I could not tell him all that becauseI was still gagged by his dirty sock in my mouth. I was standing on my knees,looking up at him, not able to speak, with my ass burning and covered withwelts, my panties still around my hips.

Again, he slapped my face, first one cheek, then and the other one.

"You don't get mad at me, bitch" he said, his voice very low and menacing. "Youhave no right to show your attitude here. You are nothing. Nobody. You aremy dog. Nothing else. If I tell you to wait, you wait and you do not ask meany questions."

He walked out of the closet, pulling on a leash, and I had no choice butto follow, crawling behind him. He went across the bedroom at sat down in hisarmchair, in front of his computer desk. He pulled on the leash to keep mecrawling, till I was under his desk, facing him. My king put the loop of theleash around his left wrist and then pulled the sock out of my mouth.

"Lick my feet" he said, sounding almost bored. "Clean them with your tongueand don't fucking stop till I tell you."

And for the next fifteen – twenty minutes I was cleaning his feet withmy tongue, kissing them, biting them very gently, massaging them, smellingthem. I felt very grateful and I didn't even think of stopping. It was my kingwho finally remembered about my existence and looked at me under his desk.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

"No, my king."

'Good. Because in the future, that's what you will do. If you get mad atme – you just crawl over here, under the desk, and lick my feet tillI feel like talking to you. And if I don't feel like talking to you – thenyou just stay there and sleep there till I call you. Understand?"

"Yes…"

" Suck my cock."

I straightened up a little, felling that my back was a little stiff afterlying in the same position for a while. I kneeled between his legs and undidthe zipper of his pants. I unbuttoned and opened his pants and smelled hisaroma first, before uncovering his beautiful cock that was growing and gettingharder in my hand. In spite of the punishment and humiliation I was gettingvery excited. As usual, the closeness of my king's body, contact with his skin,his smell, his warmth turned me on and I could feel the sticky wetness spreadinginside my pussy.

I started sucking him eagerly, tasting it first, then licking the full lengthof that gorgeous cock that I was so addicted to. I could feel it getting bigger,growing in my mouth, till it was difficult for me to hold it in. I was so horny – Icould feel my head spinning. I was hoping that my king would order me to crawlfrom under his desk, that he would put me on my back or bend me over, thathe would tell me to open my pussy for him, and then he would penetrate my body,making me squeal with pleasure.

Alas, my carnal dreams were premature. He pulled his cock away from my mouthand said, without looking at me:

"Go get my dinner ready."

To say that I was disappointed means to say nothing. I felt like crying.I was able to endure the painful punishment that he gave me and then the longhumiliating session under his desk, but this was too much. I wanted my kingso much; I was craving his love, his attention, his touch, his kisses… Iwanted to know that I was forgiven and that he was no longer mad at me. Butwhat could I do? I crawled from under the desk and before getting up, I kissedhis feet once again, I zipped up and buttoned his pants, and I kissed his hand.I got up on my feet and pulled up my thong. Then I went to the closet and pulledout a long black sleeveless dress that I put over my underwear. I went to thekitchen to heat up the dinner. I laid the table, opened a bottle of wine andmade salad. Even these simple things filled my life with purpose; because Iwas doing something for him, and that cheered me up a bit. When everythingwas ready I went to the bedroom and once again kneeled down beside the chairwhere my king was sitting.

"Dinner is ready, mi amor."

He turned to me and smiled. A real smile now, without sarcasm or detachment.He reached for me and, lifting me off the floor, put his arms around me, makingme sit on his lap. I hid my face on his shoulder, against the heavy silk ofhis long glossy hair, and all the pain and disappointment were forgotten. Iput my arms around his neck and for the first time that night I could finallyput my lips next to his and kiss him.

"I love you so much…" I whispered. " I adore you. Please forgive mefor today…"

"I forgive you" he replied. "Don't do it again, bitch. Remember that I loveyou and that I am your king. You don't get mad at me. Now let's go eat."

I followed him to the living room, holding his hand, thinking that I wasthe happiest woman in this world.

What happened a few days later caught me by surprise.

My king called me and told me to dress sexy and wait for him. I knew whathe liked and I dressed in a short black skirt and a red sleeveless low cuttop. I didn't bother with the bra, but my thong was also red and lacy. I puton red sandals with high heels, applied a little bit of make-up and brushedmy hair. I was wondering if I should put on my collar, then decided that ifmy king wanted it, he will put it on himself later.

After an hour or so of waiting I could hear the key in the door. I was inbed, waiting patiently. Suddenly I felt very tense: there was a sound of somebodyelse's footsteps and, quite unmistakably, a woman's voice. In a moment I couldsee who it was – my king came into the bedroom and there was a girl withhim. She was not particularly pretty, but definitely attractive. She was tallerthan me, with big breasts and provocatively round ass. Her clothes were prettytight, showing off her curves – a skirt and a silky top. She was wearingopen sandals with high heels and her toenails were painted bright pink color.She definitely looked sexy – and I felt a pang of jealousy as I saw thatmy king had his arm around her waist.

The girl looked at me with curiosity. She definitely wasn't surprised tosee me, my king must have told her about me, but now I could see her eyes summingme up, appraising me.

I got off the bed and stood there, waiting for what was to happen next. Thegirl spoke:

"She is very pretty," she said, nodding in my direction.

"Yeah, that's my bitch" replied my king. He motioned me to come closer and,as I did, he said:

"I want to fuck this women. I don't have to ask for your permission, butI will do it to show you that I love you. Will you let me fuck her?"

How could I possibly deny my king anything, how could I possibly tell him "no"?I nodded silently, not trusting myself to speak.

"Do you want me to fuck her?"

Again I nodded, not able to look away from his face.

"Well, say it then, bitch. Say that you want me to enjoy myself and fuckthis woman."

"My king, I want you to enjoy yourself and fuck her."

"That's not good enough. You are just repeating what I say without any feeling.You have to ask me for it. Now get on your knees here and ask me to fuck herin front of you, so you can see how much your king is enjoying himself."

I could barely breathe. The girl didn't say anything, but she was lookingat me with a mixture of fascination and surprise, as if she couldn't believethat I would carry out this order. My throat was suddenly very dry, I feltthat my face was burning with shame and embarrassment, but at the same timeI knew that I would do what he told me. Not because I was afraid of the punishment,not because I was so obedient, but solely because I loved him so much, andI would do anything he said just to show him my love.

I lowered myself to the floor and was now standing on my knees in front ofmy king and that attractive girl he was hugging. His hand moved from her waistto her ass and he was stroking it lightly, smiling at me.

"Come closer," he said.

I moved closer to them, on my knees, my hands behind my back.

"Well, bitch, do you have anything to say?"

"Yes, my king… Could you please fuck this woman in front of me? Iwant to see my king enjoying himself and getting satisfied. Please, mi amor… Iam begging you."

"Will you do anything I say?"

"Yes, my king…"

He stopped stroking the girl's ass and his hands went up to her round breasts,squeezing them. The girl moaned quietly and leaned against him. My king foundher lips with his mouth and I for the first time in my life saw him kissinganother woman. This shocked me. It was not simply jealousy; it was a lot morecomplicated than that. I felt like I became frozen there, glued to the floor,unable to move. All I could do was just stare at them, at his hands on hertits, playing with them, squeezing them, kissing her lips, her neck…

Suddenly he was talking to me again and turning the girl so she was facingme..

"Lift her skirt," he said. " Lift her skirt and smell her there."

My hands were shaking a little when I reached out and lifted the short skirton the girl. Underneath she was wearing a dark pink thong. I could feel hersmell – she must have been very aroused and her aroma was very strong.

My king grabbed me by my hair – with enough force but without hurtingme – and pressed my face to her crotch. I was breathing deeply, smellingthis strange woman that my king wanted to fuck.

"Take off her panties" he said.

I pulled the thong down her thighs, down her legs, and she gracefully liftedone foot, then the other one, so I could remove it completely. My king reachedout for her panties, took them and then pressed them to my nose. After a fewmoments he took her underwear away and put it on the table next to the bed.He made the girl sit down on the bed, with her legs wide open, displaying hertrimmed pussy with big lips, and sat down next to her, returning his attentionto her breasts.

"Eat her pussy," he told me. " Warm her up for me. I want her wet and readyfor me. Lick her well, bitch. Eat this pussy that your king is going to fuck."

Still on my knees on the floor, I moved till my face was between her wide-openlegs. I ran my tongue around her pussy, opening it up, reaching inside. Thegirl gasped and I could feel her tremble. I could see that my king removedher top and bra and was now playing with her naked boobs, sucking on her bigbrown nipples. I remained licking and stroking her clit with my tongue, suckingon her clit, lightly biting her full pussy lips. She was getting very moistnow, I could taste the sticky juice that was giving away her excitement.

"Is she doing a good job eating your pussy?" my king asked her.

"Yeah… tell her to move her tongue faster…"

My king got off the bed and was now standing behind me, watching me pleasethe other girl.

"Did you hear that, bitch? Move her tongue faster, I want her to cum at leastonce before I fuck her."

He lifted my skirt and slapped my ass several times. It hurt but I didn'tstop what I was doing and in fact I was trying to put more effort into this.The girl was moaning louder now, she spread her legs all the way and was movingher hips rhythmically, shoving her cunt in my face. I was past being ashamedand jealous now. My king went back to bed and was fingering her nipples, squeezingthem, pinching them playfully. It went on like that for probably another tenminutes, the breathing of the girl was getting heavier and heavier, till herbody convulsed and with a loud moan she came. I kept licking still, slowernow, waiting for her to stop moving her hips and calm down. My king pulledon my hair again and told me to get in bed. I did and my king made me lie downon the other side of the girl. He grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast.

"She has nice tits," he said." I like her tits. Suck them."

I obeyed and started sucking on her breasts, on those big brown nipples.

"Yeah, like that," my king said. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, my king."

"What do you like?"

"I like doing what you tell me. I like sucking on her boobs because I amdoing it for you, my king. I will do anything for you."

"Take off your clothes."

I took off my skirt and top, then my panties. I left on the sandals. WhileI was doing that my king removed his jeans and t-shirt and was completely nakednow, his gorgeous body filled me up with pride and happiness. He was mine,even if he was about to penetrate another woman with his cock. He still lovedonly me – his bitch, his slave, his property…

"Suck my cock."

The girl raised herself on the elbow now and was watching me as I took myking's cock in my mouth and began sucking it, feeling how hard and big it was.I sucked him for a while, while he was fingering the girl's pussy, openingher lips, tickling her clit, causing her to close her eyes and moan again.His cock was very hard now, moist with my saliva, ready to fuck. He pushedmy head to the girl's pussy and told me to get her wet. I did, licking herall over again, making sure that she was smothered with my saliva and her ownjuices, her slit opening invitingly, waiting for my king.

He got up and positioned himself, kneeling between her open legs. He reachedto the table and took the girl's thong, then he told me to open my mouth andhe put her underwear in. This was humiliating beyond words. I could taste herpussy juices; I was so ashamed of being like that, gagged by her panties infront of her and in front of my king.

"Take my cock and put it inside her pussy."

I had to do even that. I took his erect cock in my hand, I spread the girl'sslick pussy with my other hand, I put the head of his cock against the openingand guided it in. It slid in effortlessly, thanks to all the moisture.

"Now go kneel by the bed and watch me fuck her."

I slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor again, with the panties stillin my mouth. My king was on top of her now; he looked so beautiful with hisblack hair falling around his shoulders. He was moving his hips, the lowerpart of his body, his cock in and out of the girl's pussy. She was moaningagain, she had her arms around my king's neck, she was moving too, making herselfmore accessible to his thrusts. They both were breathing hard now, overcomeby passion, and I was watching them, standing on my knees by the bed.

Finally my king pulled out from her and lied down. Without looking he grabbedme by my hair and pulled me back on the bed. He took the thong out of my mouthand shoved my face towards his cock. I took him in, as deep as I could, suckingand licking him. He said something to the girl and in a moment she went tosit on his face, putting her puffy pussy next to his hungry mouth. I couldsee his tongue moving as he started licking her, his hands squeezing the fleshybuttocks. I kept sucking his cock and licking his balls, he was unbearablyhard and I was dying to feel his cock penetrate me…

In a few moments my king felt like changing positions again. This time heput the girl on her side and entered her from behind, his fingers pinchingher nipples. I was told to lick her clit from the front, and I was lying there,with my face being grazed by her trimmed pussy hair, stroking her clit withmy tongue. Then she lifted one leg and I could reach and lick my king's cockand balls while he was fucking that woman. I didn't feel any shame or painanymore… I didn't have the right to feel any shame or pain… Iwas my king's slave and he never forced me to become that. I chose to becomethat. I always told him that I was very happy serving him. And in fact I was – thisis what I was good for, to lick my king's balls while he was fucking anotherwoman.

When he was ready to come, my king pulled out of her and came in my mouththat was so readily available for him. I swallowed his cum, everything to thelast drop, I cleaned and polished his cock. After that he told me to cleanthe girl, and I licked all her juices and sweat off her pussy. Then, as theywere relaxing, I licked their feet, first my king's, then the girl's.

When my king had to use the toilet, he put the collar and the leash on meand I crawled there, with the girl following behind. I held my king's cockand licked it clean after he was done, but then to my entire horror my kingtold me to do the same for the girl.

"No, my king. Please. I mean…"

Instead of answering he slapped my ass several times. Then my face. I feltlike I was about to cry now, but I had to obey. The girl sat down on the toiletwith her legs apart and in a moment I could see a yellow stream of pee cascadingfrom her pussy. Before she was completely done, she raised herself a littleoff the toilet seat and grabbing my hair, pushed my face to her pussy. I cleanedher the best I could, but she kept rubbing her cunt in my face, forcing meto lick her more. She was enjoying my humiliation, I could see that. Afterthe initial surprise she was enjoying the power she had over me, the powerto dominate me and to have me at her service.

When she finally let me go, my king allowed me to get up and brush my teeth.Then I followed them to the bedroom, crawling after them, led on a leash. Inthe bedroom they lied down in bed again, close to each other. I saw my kinglooking at me very closely, he was probably trying to determine how I was handlingall that.

"Are you tired?" he asked me.

"No, my king."

"Well, you can relax now. Go lie over here with your face between her legs.Smell her pussy that gave me so much pleasure. That's where you can relax today."

I moved to where he told me – my nose pressed to her trimmed bush.She moved a little, spreading her legs wider.

"Lick me," she said.

I started leaking her again, slowly, her moist slit and her clit. My eyeswere closed, I didn't want to see her lying in my king's arms. I don't knowhow long I stayed like that, but then I came to my senses because my king wasstroking my hair. I looked up and he raised me, holding my face in his hands.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

"Yes, I love you."

"You will do anything for me?"

"Yes, anything."

He held me very close, hugging me, stroking my back.

"I love you," he said. "I will whip you now to show you my appreciation.Because you are so good. My bitch. My pet. Go get my belt."

I went to get his belt, feeling the girl's eyes on me. I brought him thebelt. He tied my hands behind my back and once again put the girl's thong inmy mouth. He led me to the mirror and let me take a look at myself. I saw myreflection – naked, with high-heel red sandals, my black hair in disarrayaround my shoulders. My lips were red and swollen from all the oral pleasuresI was obliged to provide. My hands were bound. I was gagged with another woman'sunderwear. Behind me I could see my king – dark, gorgeous, his eyes sointent.

"Happy?" he asked me.

I nodded. Of course I was happy. Humiliated, ashamed, without any dignityor self-respect, but I was happy to serve him, to be his.

"I am going to whip my bitch," he said to the girl. " She was so good today,I think she deserves it."

She sat up in bed, the expression of curiosity and excitement on her face.My king positioned me with my face and upper part of my body on the bed, mylegs spread, my ass displayed for punishment.

"Fifteen strokes," he said. "And I want to leave marks."

I couldn't help moaning. It hurt a lot. Several times the belt reached betweenmy legs, hitting my pussy, and the pain was excruciating. The girl got holdof my hair and was pressing my face down, but she didn't have to worry: I wouldnot change my position for anything.

"You turn me on so much, bitch… Look how hard I get…"

With my bound hands I could feel my king's erection, his hot pulsating cockwas burning me.

He reached between my legs to feel how wet I was. Then he penetrated me,and this time I screamed through the panties in my mouth – so great wasthe pleasure of receiving his cock.

"Yes, you are here to serve me, your king, "he was saying." You have no otherpurpose. No other reason to exist. Just to be my bitch. My pet. My slave."

He kept fucking me, then he pulled the panties out of my mouth and made mesuck the girl's boobs while he was getting closer and closer to climax. Whenhe was about to explode, he whispered in my ear:

"Come, bitch. Come now."

As always, this pushed me over the edge immediately. I groaned and came almostimmediately, moving my hips frantically, enjoying the sensation of his cockexpanding inside of me. I screamed. I moaned. I squealed. I was breathless.When he pulled out I remained in the same position, unable to move. Then slowlyI straightened up and looked at him, my beautiful king. He touched my facewith his hand. I turned and pressed my lips to his hand, kissing him, showinghim my gratitude. I kneeled down and licked his cock clean off his cum andmy pussy juice. I bent down to kiss his feet too. I looked up at him from thefloor. I whispered:

"I love you so much…'

He pulled me up till I was standing again. He put his arms around me andsaid:

"You are a good pet. You make me very proud. You are so beautiful. You doeverything I tell you. This turns me on so much…"

Shortly after that the girl was on her way. As one final touch of humiliationmy king made me thank her for letting me lick her pussy. I complied with thisorder as well as all the other ones.

After she was gone I brought my king a bottle of beer and went to make dinner.As I was busy in the kitchen, I felt that my love for my king has never beengreater – I only wished he would make me do more for him, that he wouldallow me to prove my love for him over and over again, by most untraditionalmeans.

In spite of what I had to endure that day I felt calm and relaxed. Pain,discomfort and humiliation were forgotten, but my love and passion remained.I felt truly blessed.